[Hook: Post Malone]
Ooh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow
I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow, yeah
[Verse 1: Geo]
I'm not sure where I'll be tomorrow
In a ditch, at the Grammy's or some show though
Fillin' my nose with a bit more snow though
I'm not sure, I just need more dough now
I want to hear from the speak of the heart and mind
That's my brain, a bunch of lines
That and maybe fantasies of being signed
My road is full, and I am clearly blind
I'm uncertain of my way there
Can somebody at the finish f*ckin' light a flare?
'Cause talent like this is goin' out like polar bears
The fight rages as I list my Croix De Guerre
I'm the best online, I swear
Yet, I don't have unusual clothes to wear
But atleast I got normal lookin' hair
And balls? I got a pair
My uncertainty is killin' me
I wanted to end up as a Grammy's addressee
Or maybe just a nominee
Specially since, I'm not some future wannabe
My lines are smart, that's a guarantee
Rhyme about any subject, nobody can disagree
I'm gonna make sure, I'm gonna end up as somebody
Other online rappers can drown in my yellow sea
My uncertainty should go corrected
Talented lyricism from Geo to be expected
Parties set, and hoes neglected
Yet, my emotions remain unaffected
I'm only stating what I projected
The knowledge from what I collected
Every smart line perfectly directed
[Hook: Post Malone]
I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow
I came up and I don't know
I don't know where I go tomorrow
I came up and I don't know
I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow, yeah
[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Don't bother, d-d-don't bother
I just left the mall balling hard like Jordan
Out in Fairfax, I was smoking Marlboro
Oh, I'm so high, I'm high as Ayatollah
I'm three high, I'm high as Ayatollah
She don't want that white coca I ain't talking soda
She ask me "do you love me?" I'm like "what I told ya?"
As I woke up I was smoking on that strong again
That forty keep it funky, I keep it funky
Man I'm smoking on that potent, that's unimportant
I just wanted her-
Just wanted her-
And she just want all of my money, all my money